suicide

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gravely dangerous you are and how delicious you taste at the tip of my tongue.

the blood that rushes down my wounded lips and just above those boney hips.

the world is cruel to all and the mind adds on; if not tamed.

"it's all apart of how we live and feel," they say. "it'll pass one day."

no one should bear the feeling of wanting to place a blade to their stomach or hold a pillow to their airways.

everyone should feel the sensation of a spring breeze or soft blankets between their toes.

but we were not created for perfection.

we are given the choice to hold on to hope and faith or risk it all and fall to the end.

we are tested by our mind and our strengths. by our care by others and what we try to reflect upon ourselves.

how I've tried and tried to reflect on what I've done wrong and how I've tried to fix it...

it all pains me... to where I've come to terms that it's my time.

I had given it my all. I've been used to the bone. they used me for all my words I told them, all my care and hope was given.

and what was given in return was all lies. no one was ever in the night sky. the darkness wasn't guided by light...

one light shined bright, but it wasn't enough.

he screamed and pleaded and told the darkness to that it was beautiful to see such a curious girl reaching out with a smile and that the darkness should be ashamed for the blood and tears that streamed down her body.

it wasn't enough.

it's never enough to anyone.

the girl was like me and was left behind. used for only vital purposes, then pushed aside when it came to better stars.

and the girl felt like she couldn't belong anywhere. like everything she tried to do she was told to hide away or was shoved away. how relatable was she to those who've been in pain.

we're all so blind.

all the hints. all the pleads.

it'll never be enough.

suicide made my memories of happiness paralyzed. and now I can't remember what good was left.

I was never fine...

no one will ever understand what is meant behind each word because no one will ever try... such as myself.

nothing lasts forever. not even life itself.

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